Week 6: “What the hell are you talking about?”

A few weeks ago I woke up on a Saturday morning (no, not after a big night) and recorded this on my phone. I have no idea what it means, but it interests me:

As much an alien, as much a human.

As much a child at play,

As much an old man dying.

To sweat in the cold,

To drink underwater.

To see in the dark,

To love without fear.

I am a dream, I can fly.

I can taste the wind.

I’ve been around once.

I’ll be back again.